[Intro]
I don't pay for shit n***a
Fingers ashy but the diamonds glisten so it evens out
Money greener than some Brussels sprouts
Flip the work I'm like an acrobatic
Pussy n***a know he don't want static
Test Lil Yachty boy its gon' be tragic

[Verse 1]
[?] yea I made magic
Make it happen
Yea I'm happy
Fuck the work up like I'm Charlie Sheen
Want to be Yachty hah in his dreams
I am a real Ben Franklin fiend
In high school I made guap off of the beams
Serving selling like a mad team
I can't cop the Glock unless it got the beam

[Interlude]
Y'all n***as [?] this motherfucker you feel me
Give a fuck what you think, give a fuck what you thought n***a
I just want all my motherfucking bread blue bills you know what I'm saying
I need my blue bills like I was crip or some shit you feel me
I'm 'bout that you feel me
I'm 'bout that bread you feel me
I ain't Jesus I don't got to break bread, this shit mine
I want all that shit
[Verse 2]
My new bitch smell like some cinnamon
K takin xans like they vitamins
All my n***as fuck up the whole fuck up
Never gave a fuck, I'm stuck up
If you broke then shut the fuck up
Lil Yachty I'm next up
All of my n***as be riding
All of my n***as be shot gun robbing for real
Popping like C4
Flyer than g4
I skrt in a two door
You faker than decor
I squat her like deploy
She sucking on the boy
No I'm not a d-boy
But I bring the checks in I get that work in
Make sure my momma not stressing
Make sure my game never resting
We working, working like it's Christmas time at Walmart
Pussy n***a don't get smart
Chopper, chopper pointing at his heart
Better not move n***a
Better be cool n***a
Silly rabbit
N***a softer than a comfy fabric
Bitch I ball like a fucking Maverick
What's my name